The Rest of Me

by Ashley Munoz

maybe it was because instead of getting lost in his gaze, I felt found.

hate isn’t a disease; it’s an addiction.

“Mommy says he needs a whole lot of Jesus, but I think Jesus is getting tired of his attitude,”

There isn’t much left of me…but whatever there is, I want you to have it. I want you to have the rest of me, Reid, the rest of my mornings and my nights, my good days and bad. I have them to offer, and I want you to swallow your pride and take them.

“It’s a birthday rock, Mommy. I wished for it, just for you. Henley says Daddy is your rock and I wanted to give you a rock from me, so I could be your rock too.”

“And you’re the rest of me, all of it…forever, babe.”

First and foremost: Thank you, God. The helper, healer and perfection of peace. Thank you for loving me perfectly and fully.